He held her hands tentatively that moment…with
a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. In
his mind were images of flesh, raw naked flesh.
His rivers of sub consciousness were beginning to
overflow to a horrendous torrent that was soon
going to devour the bank of his consciousness, the
trees of lucidity to soak. But he wouldn't for
any reason ruin the moment. She had laid her
head on his chest, one that hadn't come without a
price. The dumbbell would indeed forever sing his
praise for all his numerous exploits. He had
stroked her hair, caressed her cheeks and even
kissed her forehead but he still had something
else he wanted to do. Something that had gained
great prominence in his list of anticipated
accomplishments. He whispered into her ears how
much he cherished her presence, how he
couldn't live without her. Underneath her calm
expression he could discern a blush enveloping her
cheeks, a faint pink in the reflection of the
moon’s dim light. He could tell she felt it too,
something they both shared that couldn't be
denied, a strong longing that had been thrown to
a climax through time and circumstance. He put
his arm around her waist and pulled her closer this
time with no intent to let go, the passion would do
its magic.
"Cindy" he started but she was
far too gone in the euphoria of the moment.
She was deeply engrossed in this thing that
was happening that she could leave no
scintilla of her senses behind to attend to
trifle matters.
"Cindy" he called again softly
with a note of sensuality that was targeted
at getting her the more in tune with his
foolproof plan.
''I have been thinking'' he began,
and then continued. He suddenly flinched
when her hands brushed his cheeks in a
teasing manner. She had laughed and told
him to brace himself for more were not far
on their journey near. He brought her hand
up to his lips and kissed it tenderly, then
encircled his arms all the more securely
around her waist.
''I think that what I was about to
say is not necessary since we both seem to
be on the same page''. At this, she calmly
removed his uneasy arms and asked, ''what
is it you wanted to tell me?''.
''Cindy'' he said in a cooing voice.
''Let us forget all this and carry on. I know
you feel what I feel. There is no denying
it''.
''Feel what?'' She retorted, an
inhibited aggression coming to life .
''Feel what?'' she repeated.
Then his phone rang "don’t tell anybody I
like the way you hold my hand...don’t tell
anyone…’"
The ringing persisted for three long
minutes while he on ignoring, struggled to
rekindle a flame that had come and gone
like a flash of lightning.
''Baby I thought we were meant
for each other''.
He had broken the first principle of unspoken
truths. For him, there would lie no chances. He
was determined to hold her again.
Baby this, Baby
that went the drama, which was quick turning into
a futile endeavor. She stood up and started
leaving. He followed her closely, saying a word or
two at cold intervals. Then she stopped in mid-
stride and turned to face him. He looked into her
eyes hoping that the flame that he once saw in
there would suddenly revive.
''Listen here Kenneth, if you say
one more word I would slap you''.
He was taken aback by this ''Baby!!!!".
The slap came too fast, too cruel and unexpected.
The environment was beginning to swirl into an
image of mixed colors, different voices and
fading lights.
''Cindy what have you done…?'' he
whispered, scared she had caused his untimely
demise.
He woke with a start to the ringing of
his Nokia E5 ''don’t tell anybody I like the way
you hold my hands, don't tell anyone ..
." . He
stood up to a resounding slap that was delivered
with such expertise that its results were without
doubts worthy of the effort. He looked up to
discover who the early morning visitor was. Before
him, stood Cindy.
"So you no longer answer your
phone?'' She asked angrily and he was at once
bereft of answers.
By UCHE OSITA JAMES
300 Level, Law
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